the last night before
we moved on
you danced in the
shadows of the grand oak tree
under the waning moon
and you-
brushed your fingers
past the decaying bark
tempting the moonlight
that trickled through
the gaps between the
leaves
leaving behind the
black and white of the night.
the winds whisper
behind our backs and
your fingers entwine
with mine
our bodies touching and
our breaths mingling
with the cold night air
and you-
look up into a starless
sky
wishing into a vast
empty space for our peace
but there was never an
answer and we
moved on--

--where is our
peace, love?
it is here, under
the grand oak tree
where you danced
with the moon
and brushed your
fingers past the decaying bark
tempting the
moonlight that trickled through
the gaps between the
leaves
leaving behind the
black and white of the night.

you never told me that
it was all a mendacity of your (twisted) mind.

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